Do not stand By my grave, and weep. I am not there, I do not sleep - I am the thousand winds that blow I am the diamond glints in snow I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle, autumn rain. As you awake with morning’s hush, I am the swift up-flinging rush Of quiet birds in circled flight, I am the day transcending soft night. Do not stand By my grave, and cry - I am not there. I did not die. Clare Harner. "Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep." Family Friend Poems, https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/do-not-stand-by-my-grave-and-weep-by-clare-harner

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I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.